I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

After some time, the strong liquor in Rowan's glass was finished, and his story came to an end.

Meanwhile, on the other side, a profound look flashed in the eyes of Foygo, the sole listener to the story.

what is this?

Just when you're about to fall asleep, someone brings you a pillow?

Isn't this just a convenient opportunity for him to get involved?

"Ugh..."

Luo Wen was already somewhat drunk at this point.

"you say.........."

"The Noxians' wolfish ambitions are already obvious, yet these damned elders are still here passing the buck."

"What kind of bullshit elders council is this?"

As he continued to drink, Luo Wen let out his pent-up frustrations.

He had clearly forgotten that he was once a member of this "elders' council".

Just as Rowan was hoping that his words would gain Foygo's approval, reality poured cold water on Rowan's head.

"coward."

The two cold words reached Rowan's ears, enraging him.

"What do you know?!"

Rowan suddenly stood up, like a beast whose wounds had been touched.

This was the second time today that he had said such words to the young man in front of him.

"I don't understand."

"But if I were in your situation, I would never choose to complain here."

"This is absolutely not the kind of thing a man should do."

"Rather than living such a pathetic life, I might as well just die."

Foygo spoke again in a low voice, which made Rowan sit up abruptly, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes.

Folyago's words also struck at Rowan's most vulnerable and least wanted-to-remember spot.

If only he hadn't chosen to flee from Philor, but instead had chosen to die on the island.

Why endure all this suffering right now?

Rowan originally thought that by rushing to Presidium at all costs, he could bring back reinforcements.

Even if they can't get reinforcements, it will still serve as a wake-up call for the Ionians.

But now it seems that whether Luo Wen comes or not has absolutely no impact on the overall situation.

Rather than that, it is indeed better than what Fóyego said, that he died in battle on the island of Félor.

"listen!"

I'll only say it once.

"You have two choices."

Upon seeing Rowan's posture, a glint of light flashed in Foygo's eyes.

His tone was very stern, as if he were reprimanding Rowan.

Upon hearing Foygo's rebuke, a look of confusion flashed in Rowan's eyes.

"First, act like a man and never back down."

"He died on the island during the Noxian invasion!"

"It's just that you've already given up on this path."

Foygo's words made Rowan tremble; the confusion in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a glimmer of hope...

He was waiting, and the young man told him about another way.

"Secondly, like a true man who has recognized the right to speak! If, 'water, ? first release? group:: number;'7.?'6"'!3";4? "

"From this moment forward, at all costs, we will reclaim Philol Island!"

"If no one helps you, you have to figure it out yourself."

"If you don't have the ability, go find someone who does."

"Even if you die on the way to reclaim Philol Island, you will die like a man."

"If this really happens, you'll be the greatest hero of Ionia!"

As Foygo spoke each word carefully, Rowan's body began to tremble violently.

"I........"

"I........."

"Is it really possible?"

Rowan pleaded with Foygo in a trembling voice.

"Whether it's possible or not, we'll only know after we do it."

"If you don't do it, of course nothing will be possible."

After leaving a final remark, Fóyego turned and left.

Meanwhile, Rowan, who remained in the same spot, sat there with a blank expression.

For some reason, Rowan's gaze became increasingly resolute.

A seed has already been planted by Fóyégo in this unknown corner.

.........

After leaving the tavern, Folgo wandered alone in Ionia.

He had already planted the seed of rebellion in Rowan's heart; all that was left was to wait for that seed to take root and sprout.

Meanwhile, Fóyego only needs to play a "minor" role in this.

We must expedite Ionia's journey toward resistance.

otherwise.......

Just as Fouguere was lost in thought, he suddenly looked up at the sky.

The magnificent phantom of the dragon that had been hovering over Ionia suddenly began to stir.

This restlessness exists only in the spiritual plane; its image in the material plane is merely a projection.

Therefore, no one noticed.

Even if there are any, they are only a small number of people who have a close connection with the spirits of Ionia.

what's the situation?

Folyad suddenly felt a chill.

In his plan, the Ionian Spirit above his head, though magnificent and grand, was actually just a "decoration".

Because he knew that this great being was completely incapable of interfering with the material plane.

But this doesn't mean that the Ionian spirit has no way to deal with beings in the material plane.

If it wanted to, it probably wouldn't even need to lift a finger; a powerful entity would be there to achieve its goals at its beck and call.

But what caused this great being to suddenly become restless?

After much thought, Fryego could only connect this unusual activity with Noxus's invasion.

Then, Foygo closed his eyes, and his powerful divine sense traveled to the skies above Ionia, beginning to investigate the situation on the continent.

"found it!"

Then, Folyad suddenly opened his eyes and looked westward.

There, there was an extremely powerful energy fluctuation.

Even at a cursory glance, it possesses the power of a demigod.

Furthermore, this power contains unimaginable malice.

In just a moment, Foygo made up his mind; he was going to go and find out what was going on!

Because that is precisely the bridgehead for Noxus's invasion.

He wanted to see what had caused this anomaly, and where this demigod-level power came from.

Chapter 216, Runeterra's Most Beautiful Legs

A jet-black streak of light flashed across the sky of Presidium, like a black shooting star.

In the distance, within a desolate temple, an unimaginable horror is unfolding.